The Sweetest Kill (Morales' Cartel #1)

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//Song - I feel like I am drowning by two feet.

Grabbing her arms, he rammed her on the trunk of the tree and filled her with his body. Clasping her mouth tightly with his palm, he whispered roughly into her ears, "Shh! Don't make a noise. The patrolling guards are always around this area." Hunter could not believe that he had found her in the garden squatting near the pound, gazing at fishes in wonder.

Her eyes widened, and she wriggled beneath his body. Pressing his knee between her core Hunter seized her wrists with the other hand. "I don't like this any more than you do. Stop it before you get both of us caught."

Aliyah immediately stopped and hesitantly rested her hands on his chest. Distantly hearing the sound of crushing foliage and laughter, they both stiffened and Hunter instinctively moved closer. Tension crackled in the air between them as the awareness of being so intimate teased their senses. This close, Hunter could feel her soft breast brushing his chest. He could feel the warmth of her feminine core on his knee. The heated blood in his body crammed his nerves. And the unshakable craving of kneading her clit with his knee arose. Would she gasp? Would she throw her shoulders on her back and roll her grey eyes? Would the exertion of orgasm wet her hair and clung to her face?

Shaking his head, he counted, to suppress a primal desire - one which he had never felt before - to take this soft, beautiful woman in his arms. The footsteps grew closer and Hunter felt her heart beating faster in fear. Aliyah pulled him near and buried her face in his chest, "I-I am s-scared."

Hunter bit his lips to resist the urge to taunt and remind her about the stupidity, she indulged herself in. Instead, he gathered her in his arms. The action caused her slit to rub against his knee, and the friction pumped his arousal. Damn it! Biting his lips hard, Hunter shut his eyes tight and breathed harshly. Opening his sights he looked at her, the moonlight burned her silver hair, and she looked like a moon goddess. Her slanted dusty grey eyes were dilated, the red tint coloured her cheeks, the full wide red mouth was parted.

Hunter had never felt this way before as if this desire would consume him and burn him to ashes. He had felt powerless before but this - this rough passion was mocking him, provoking him, was igniting a fire that would leave him vulnerable, helpless if he didn't succumb to it. He didn't know who moved first but as the barest of their lips turned to meet, a large crushing sound of the branch beneath Hunter jolted them out of the reverie.

"Who is there?" Aliyah looked at Hunter, her eyes expanded and she licked her lips. Her heart going haywire.

Hunter pressed the index fingers on her lips and motioned her to remain quiet. The footsteps were coming closer and closer and Hunter hugged her more tightly. After what felt like an eternity, the sound of retreating steps allowed them to exhale a breath of relief.

And, they both looked at each other in uncertainty.

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"What were you thinking when you were sneaking around the gardens late at night? I thought you fled." Hunter yelled. When he was sure the coast was clear, he had brought Aliyah back safely in the room without anyone noticing anything.

"I-I am sorry. The room was suffocating me and I know you wouldn't have allowed it." Right now she looked timid and afraid like a wet kitten. Her head was down and she was sitting on the bed, her fingers fidgeting on her lap.

"Of course I wouldn't have allowed it! Because you were specifically asked to stay put. Is that so hard to understand?" Hunter had not stopped shouting and he was towering over her, scolding her like she was a five-year-old kid and he was her dad.